Sex stories

My name’s Ben, early thirties, with a sex drive I don’t even bother hiding anymore. I’m all in, all the time. I’ve got my preferences… and street-style Arab men in tracksuits are one of my biggest fucking weaknesses.

It’s a hot Sunday afternoon. I’m chilling at home, aimlessly scrolling the app. Was about to log off when I get a message that makes me stop:

“Need a mouth to empty my balls. You down?”

No pic. Just says 18. I ask for more.

What I get has me salivating: a series of raw, explicit shots. A young rebeu in full street gear, TNs on his feet, lean body, sharp face — but most importantly… a thick, shaved dick even soft, enjoying above two full, heavy balls. I’m rock hard instantly. His name’s Amir.

He doesn’t waste time:
“I’ll be there in 30. Be ready to take it — I haven’t cum in days. Hope you’re a proper slut.”

Message received. I get ready, throw on my jockstrap. Even if it’s just a blowjob hookup, I know guys love to feel my ass, maybe finger me while I’m sucking.

Then a new message pops in — I think he’s bailing, but nope:
“I’m not coming alone. My twink saw your pics and wants in too.”

My heart races. I ask for a photo.

Boom — another young rebeu, leaner, cocky stare, maybe 18 or 19 tops. That kind of look that dares you to talk back. I lose all self-control.

“Bring him. I’m ready for whatever you’ve got.”

Now I’m pacing, waiting like a fucking dog in heat. Notification hits:
“We’re here. Be ready — we’re hard as fuck.”

I open the door. One look at those two and I know I’m done for.

Amir introduces his twink: Ylies.
“Do whatever he says. He speaks for me.”

He asks where he can piss. While he’s in the bathroom, I lead Ylies to the bedroom.

Door barely closes and he’s got his hand around the back of my neck, pressing my face into his tracksuit.

“You’re gonna worship this dick like the little slut you are. Start by sniffing it.”

Even through the fabric, I can tell it’s pushing 20cm. I lose it. I pull his pants down and bury my face in his dick and lightly hairy balls.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you, cock-hungry bitch?”

I nod, eyes rolled back. He rewards me by slapping my face with his dick, then feeding it down my throat. I , adjust, then start working it with deep strokes. His moans tell me I’m doing it right.

Suddenly I hear Amir:
“Fuck, she’s good. Where’d you find this hungry bitch?”

I hadn’t seen him come back. He’s watching, stroking himself through his pants.

I switch between sucking and licking Ylies’ balls until Amir steps up beside me and pulls out what I’d been dying to see — a thick, long dick with two fat, low-hanging balls. I open wide and take him in, moaning around his shaft.

“Open up. I’m gonna fuck your face.”

I obey. He grabs my head and starts thrusting deep. His balls smack my chin with every stroke. I’m drooling like a dog, my throat working overtime.

Meanwhile, Ylies moves behind me. His hand slips into my shorts, grabs my ass, and finds my jock.

“Damn, this bitch came prepared.”

He spreads my cheeks and starts fingering me. First slow, then deeper. I arch my back and push into it, completely open for him.

They take turns facefucking me, slapping me, fingerfucking me harder. My hole’s getting worked, my mouth is never empty.

Amir shoves me onto the bed:
“On all fours. Arch that ass. Ylies is gonna stretch you good.”

I do as I’m told, offer my slutty hole like a prize.

Amir slides back into my mouth while Ylies gets behind me, spits on my hole, and slowly presses in. No rush, just a deep, thick stretch. I moan hard, overwhelmed. But I want it. I crave it.

He starts fucking me steadily, slapping into my ass, while Amir holds my head and slides in and out of my throat. I’m in heaven, filled at both ends.

“Look at him go. You see this, bro? She’s loving it.”

Ylies picks up the pace, pulls out all the way, then slams back in. Every thrust shakes my body. Amir’s balls keep pounding my face as he groans louder and deeper.

After a few minutes, they switch things up.

They flip me onto my back, my head hanging off the edge of the bed. Ylies lifts my legs and fucks me like he owns me. Amir steps up and fucks my face hard. I feel like a living cum lover — and I love it.

Ylies starts to grunt, fucking faster. I jerk myself and explode all over my chest. My orgasm clenches my hole tight — Ylies groans and fills me up deep. But he doesn’t go soft. He keeps fucking me, using his own cum as lube.

“You filled her good, bro.”
“Fuck yeah, I’m still hard as fuck.”

Amir isn’t far behind. I feel his cock twitch, then he dumps five thick shots straight down my throat. I swallow as much as I can and clean the rest off his shaft with my tongue.

“Make sure it’s clean.” he growls, gripping my chin.

I think we’re done. I start to sit up.

“Where you going, slut? We’re not finished.”

Ylies is still hard. I drop to my knees, lick his balls, take his cock back in. He pins me against the wall and facefucks me hard again, unloading three more shots deep into my throat.

“Now that’s how you treat a proper Arab cock bitch.”

Exhausted, dripping, stuffed full, I watch my two young doms get dressed. Amir smirks:
“You were good. Took your number. Already sent your pics to another twink — he’s gonna love ruining you.”

Naked and leaking, I walk them to the door. They turn back with hungry stares.

“Don’t worry. We’ll be back real soon.”